Chapter 27

BPOV

Master,

I have some feelings I need to get down on paper, so I have resorted to this awful submissive journal. I want you to know I am naked right now... in my heart and in the flesh. It's oddly exhilarating to lay here in my sub bedroom, or I suppose next weekend we'll call it the guest bedroom, and write to you this way. I think it will make my words even more personal. I want you to know that when I think about you a few strong words come to mind.

LOVE. I love you. I love how you held me as I relayed to you the conversation I had with Renee. Thank you for listening to me pour my heart out last night when you arrived home from the club. As I told you then, I've finally admitted to her that I am a submissive and you are my dominant. Renee was familiar with the term 'submissive' which saved me some awkward explanations. She was very surprised to hear that I was involved in "that kind of thing." Her words. The good news is that after a lot of tears on my part, and even more reassurance on hers, we came to an understanding. My mother said she loved me as she hung up the phone. Those are her usual departing words, but somehow last night they meant so much more.

LUST. I lust for you. I'm getting wet laying here waiting for you to come claim me. You have teased me all morning, and as much as I love your games, I am writhing in need now. You were very naughty this morning, Master. I woke to find my arms and legs tied to our bed; my clothes mysteriously missing and my collar around my neck. I thought it meant you planned on taking me then, but no, instead you did your morning workout routine right there in front of me wearing just a pair of gym shorts. I watched as you exercised, your hard muscles glistening with sweat.

Free weights. Crunches. Stretching, oh the stretching. And I thought I would combust when you did your pushups on the end of our bed, dipping your head between my legs each time to lick my pussy. I've never seen a workout routine quite like that before, Master. When you said you were hitting the showers and left me tied to that bed I thought about how excitingly devious you are.

PRIDE. I'm proud of you. You've done such a great job running Full Exposure. Membership is up and Jenks is happy with your management. Everyone tells me how much they enjoy the club and the theater performances. It's far more successful than anyone expected. And that is because of you, my darling. We've performed there now a few times and I want to make sure you know how safe I feel there. Honestly, I do.

CHERISHED. I cherish you. No one is more surprised than me that I find myself desperate to become your wife. I realize that as your submissive you own me. I am yours, mind and body. When we are married in June my soul will belong to you too. There is no collar in the world that will mean as much to me as the wedding ring that you will slip onto my finger. I hope you know that.

I believe I've written enough to satisfy your voyeuristic interest into the inner musings of my mind. Now I shall just lie here, stretched out on this lovely bed and wait for you to come fuck me. Or make love to me. Because whichever it is... I know that it is both.

Yours,

Isabella

I close the journal and smile to myself. Edward ought to enjoy that journal entry.

There's no telling how long I will be waiting in this room, he seems to really be enjoying drawing out our playtime today. After Master's shower he untied my limbs from our bed and sent me downstairs to make breakfast. I hoped he would take me after we ate, maybe christen the countertops in our new home or even the kitchen floor. But no, I guess he's saving the fucking for the new playroom.

Yesterday after talking to my mother I decided not to meet Edward down at the club. It was Friday, and the club was open for business. I didn't feel like socializing with everyone. I was in the mood to lounge around in my sweatpants and unpack some of the moving boxes that are scattered throughout the house, so that's exactly what I did. After putting away all our clothes and linens I tackled the next more important room. The playroom! Upstairs in the third bedroom is where we'll have our play sessions. The first one will be today, whenever my Master comes for me.

I think I must fall asleep waiting for him, because when I feel Edward's hands sliding up my naked thighs I'm disoriented with no idea what time it is or how long he's been in the room. Knowing Edward, he may have been watching me sleep for some time. I see that he is naked too and my heart starts beating faster. I blush as his hard cock rubs against my inner thigh.

"Don't be shy, Isabella. You and I are about to engage in some highly questionable activities," he murmurs in my ear as his body settles over mine. Master presses just enough of his weight on me to keep me from being able to move.

He kisses my neck slowly, reigniting the flames of passion that have been smoldering inside me since I woke up this morning. My knees fall apart beneath him, needing to feel his length inside me soon. My hands are free and I can't help but wrap them around Master's back pulling him closer.

"So impatient, Isabella," he chides playfully. "Do you expect me to take you here? Hmm?"

I shrug my shoulders and he lifts his head to look into my eyes. "You're going to have to work for your orgasm today, pet. Come. I have plans for you and they all take place next door."

Edward rolls off me and stands next to the bed, reaching out his hand to help me up. I walk behind him out of the guest/submissive bedroom and down the hall to the third bedroom. Our playroom. I set up the furniture in here yesterday to look the same as we had it in the townhouse in Port Angeles. Then I unpacked the boxes of our toys, including the one Jacob had stumbled upon Thursday night. Maybe that's why I'm so worked up right now. Looking over every prop and toy Edward owns made me so eager to have a session.

I notice right away that Edward has made some changes in the room. The whipping bench is in the middle of the space and the curio cabinet doors are open. He's hung his paddles and floggers with little hooks on the inside of the curio doors. He turns on the stereo and gestures for me to stand at the end of the bench. Soft classical music fills the air as Master walks over to his prop table.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, Isabella," he says firmly. My gaze immediately drops to the bench in front of me.

I hear Edward's footsteps approaching from behind and everything goes dark as he slips a blindfold over my eyes. A firm hand on my back bends me forward over the whipping bench and I feel my pussy getting wet. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever Master has planned.

I feel Master stretch my arms up the length of the bench and wrap my fingers around the edge. He uses some kind of rope to tie my arms to the bench. The music and the blindfold add an intense layer of excitement to the scene. My body is aching for him to touch me.

"Now, Isabella. I'm going to pleasure your body for my own enjoyment, and if you feel like you could climax I expect to hear you ask for permission. As you know, I control your orgasms, isn't that true?" he asks.

"Yes, Master."

A thick leather strap is secured across my lower back, immobilizing me at the waist. Master skims his fingers along my back, over my ass, and between my legs. I moan quietly, eager for more as one long finger dips between my folds. He withdrawals it too soon and then I feel his fingers spread my ass cheeks. His hand is gone for a moment and the next thing I feel is a smooth slippery plug entering my rear end. It's tight, but that's what makes it feel so good. I moan again. My pussy's getting really wet.

"You would agree that withholding important information from someone is a form of lying wouldn't you, pet?" he asks casually.

"Yes, Master."

"Say for instance someone has an encounter with a dangerous crazy person. Is that the kind of information that should be shared with a significant other?"

His tone is light and playful, but alarm bells go off in my mind as this scene begins to feel like a punishment. I feel a wooden paddle caress my ass and then a soft tap tap tap, like he's waiting for my response. I can't speak because I'm busy racking my brain to figure out how he found out about my car chase with Kinky Catie. That was months ago! How long has he known? I feel the plug push further inside me as he swats my behind a little more forcefully.

"I'm waiting, Isabella," he reminds me. I can tell he isn't angry but obviously wants answers, otherwise he would have just asked me when I wasn't tied down and submitting to him. Now I can't dodge his questions. Sneaky bastard.

"Has Catie contacted you again, Master?" I hedge. Now I'm worried that I'm not the only one to be confronted by that horrible woman.

"I asked you a question first. And since you have chosen not to answer me I have no choice but to test out my new paddle on your ass," he muses trying to sound menacing, but I know my master well; he doesn't spank hard enough to make me fear him.

The first whack against my skin stings a bit. There's always an adjustment period when a lot of time passes between punishments. It's been months since my last punishment; Master's probably been looking forward to my next screw up. I would argue withholding the truth is a minor infraction but now's not the time to sass him. The paddle continues to hit my behind, in a different spot each time.

My lips are pressed together firmly as I attempt not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me yelp in surprise. Moaning on the other hand is harder to control. Master is purposely administering the majority of the blows over the lower part of my ass where the plug is inserted. It feels amazing. A few cries of pleasure slip out.

"You are such a naughty girl, Isabella," he chides. "Maybe I'm not punishing you hard enough."

The wooden paddle swooshes faster through the air and in that split second I know this next one will hurt. It does, and I can't contain the groan that escapes my lips. I can feel the heat on my skin and I know its colored pink. I wonder how long he'll continue with this charade before finally giving up and fucking me as hard as I know he wants to.

"You could have been in danger a few months ago. Why didn't you tell me Catie Bennett confronted you?"

Bam! That one smarted too. "Urgh! I didn't want to worry you. She apologized; said she'd leave us alone!"

"Then there was no reason not to tell me about it!" he counters. "Trust, Isabella. How many times do I have to remind you how important trust is to our relationship?"

"I had it under control, Master! I promise. I threatened that bitch with a taste of her own medicine. She told me where she worked and I swore I'd expose her too if she ever bothered us again!" I squeal as the paddle tenderizes my flesh some more.

He laughs for some reason I do not understand. "Oh, Isabella," he sighs. "I must say you challenge me. I find that revelation quite amusing and ironic because I was going to tell you something interesting that happened to me last night at the club. But now I think I will wait so you can see how it feels to know information is being held back from you."

What? I move my head to the side to try and get a glimpse of his face over my shoulder but his hand gently turns it back into position. What was he going to tell me?

"You're ass is looking mighty fine," he continues. "I hope you've learned your lesson, because I'm ready to move on. It's time to play with that wet little pussy of yours."

Thank God. His spanking has me so aroused I'm going to combust any minute. He unties the rope and leather strap and I awkwardly push myself off the table. I can feel my ass is a bit sore. Oh, and he didn't remove the plug. Master usually doesn't forget details like that so he's either planning to remove it during another part of the scene or he's more upset over the Catie confession than he's letting on. I hope it's the former. There's no bed in the room so I'm wondering how Master intends to fuck me. The cross? Padded bench? I'll take anything right about now.

He closes the bedroom door and my eyes widen when I see the swing hanging from the back. "Come, Isabella," he murmurs.

I walk over to stand beside him. My stomach is doing flips. It's been a while since we've used this particular device. The swing carries most of my weight so Master can fuck me against the door. He helps me slip my feet into the looped straps and pulls them up to mid thigh. I know where my hands belong and take it upon myself to grasp onto those straps. Suspended now, I stare into Edward's eyes waiting for him to make a move.

"Please, Master," I whisper when after ten seconds he still hasn't put his hands on me. He smirks and makes no move toward me. My fingers tighten around the hand straps and I push my chest forward. "Please."

Master licks his lips and lifts one hand slowly. So, he wants to hear me beg. I'm not opposed to stroking his ego, or anything else he wants stroked for that matter. And I'm not above begging for him.

"I need you to touch me, Master. Please. Please don't deny me any longer," I moan, closing my eyes.

I feel his hands touch my thighs and reach around to support my behind. "Yes! Please fuck me, Master!"

His hand slides between my cheeks and twists the plug, back and forth gently until it is removed. He drops it to the floor and smirks, pulling me forward until his dick is lined up and pressed against my pussy. I let out a sigh of relief.

"I didn't plan on punishing you today, Isabella," he informs me as he slowly slides inside me all the way. "It hurt so much when I learned you weren't being honest with me. It's my job to keep you safe. How can I do that when you don't tell me you're in danger?"

I bite my lip because he feels so good buried inside me. It's hard to concentrate on what he says. I know the question is rhetorical, but it's difficult not to defend myself. I hadn't been in any danger. Well, not really. For a minute I worried what Catie might do once we stood face to face in that parking lot, but there was nothing Edward could have done to help me in that moment.

"I know you think me overprotective, Isabella," Master continues. He presses me hard against the door and I feel his hips touch mine. In and out he thrusts, torturing me with the pleasure of his body. "You are precious to me. You are everything."

With my eyes closed I let out a little groan. I can hear the pain in his voice and I hate it. He's making me feel guilty for lying to him and now it's affecting my libido. "I'm sorry, Master," I moan sincerely. He says nothing more but leans forward to put his mouth on my breast. I think I am forgiven.

It seems the subject is closed as Edward picks up the pace of his hips and sucks hard on my nipple. His cock is hitting me in just the right spot deep inside and I know he's going to make me come soon. Master's lips tremble over my skin as they move from one breast to the other. It feels so good as he sucks my nipple between his lips and gently bites down.

I know he's trying to prolong his orgasm until I'm ready. A few more pounds of his hips against my core and I'm there. The smooth muscles inside me clench Master's cock and he groans loudly. His tongue swirls around my nipple and I'm a goner. A shrieking cry escapes my lips as the waves of pleasure wash over me and the tightening of Edward's hands on my ass confirm he's coming too. We're both panting heavily as his head falls to my shoulder and I feel him nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck.

Master helps me down from the swing and walks me across the hall to our bedroom. We lie down together above the sheets and rest for a few minutes. It may have been longer but I've lost track of time altogether. We're lying down side by side, our hands clasped together in between our naked bodies. It's heaven.

I can feel the warmth of his breath as it skims across my forehead and over my head with each exhale. I feel the pulsing of his heartbeat in our entwined fingers. When his leg shifts and brushes mine I slip my leg between his so that they're tangled together. I close my eyes, never wanting to leave this bed. There's hardly any strength left in me to ponder what it is that Edward has decided to keep from me.

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"Hi, Isabella," I hear as soon as I walk through the front door of the club later in the day.

"Hi, Danni!" I reply with a smile. The new bartender has been amazing these past few weeks. Danni is very popular with the members and makes amazing drinks I've never even heard of before.

"You let me know when you want to start drinking! I'm featuring the Red Crush tonight. It's a drink I created made with tequila, orange juice, and grenadine!"

"It sounds really yummy but I'm not drinking tonight," I reply apologetically. It's a shame Alice won't be here, or able to drink alcohol. She loves anything with grenadine.

"You subbing for Master Cullen tonight?" she asks playfully giving me a big smile and a wink. Danni isn't a submissive, just a former pole dancer who loves dance clubs and witnessing others explore their kinky sides. She's also not afraid to show a little skin. Okay, a lot of skin. She's wearing the Full Exposure uniform red and white miniskirt and no top.

I walk over to the bar where she is stacking glasses. "Yeah, I'll be in sub mode tonight. It's Saturday," I explain. "But Edward and I aren't performing."

"You sound upset about that," she notes. "But the rumor mill is buzzing over the mention that you and Edward are going to do a training session this week. Is that true?"

"Yes, Thursday night. A new member asked specifically for Edward and surprisingly, he agreed."

"Why is that surprising? You both seem totally into all this BDSM stuff. It makes sense to share your knowledge on the subject."

"It is, and we do both enjoy it. We've just had some issues in the past. It's a long story, but I think everything is finally working itself out."

I can tell Danni is about to ask me a follow up question when the security room door opens. Tyler pokes his head out and calls my name.

"Bella? Hey, there you are. Edward just buzzed me to see if you were here yet. He said he'd like to see you in his office," Tyler says.

Danni wags her eyebrows at me. I shake my head at her and chuckle. Yeah, she knows her boss really enjoys having his own office. Edward left our house a couple hours before me because he had to unlock the doors for Danni and Tyler. It's now just a few minutes before doors are set to open for the night.

"I better go," I say to Danni. I do a quick check of my outfit and fluff my hair a little. Tonight I chose to wear a more conservative black leather dress that's tight and strapless. It pushes up my breasts nicely and shows off my figure.

"Looking hot as always," Danni compliments.

I thank her and take a ride up the elevator to the fourth floor. The door to Edward's office is open so I knock on the door frame. His eyes lift from the paperwork in front of him. He's looking sexy in a white dress shirt and dark grey slacks. "Good evening, Master," I greet.

"Good evening, Isabella," he says cracking a smile. "You look amazing as usual. Come over here while I finish this report."

I walk over to where Edward is sitting behind his desk and kneel in my waiting position. I love submitting to him in this way. It's calming to be beside him and I close my eyes; just listening to his pencil scratch along the paper and the squeak of the chair as he shifts his weight. After a few minutes Master sighs and leans back.

"Finished," he announces. "I want you on my lap now, Isabella. My cock's been hard since you walked in here. Hike up that sexy dress and ride me."

Edward reaches for the button fly on his slacks and pulls out his long hard erection. After the rough sex earlier this afternoon I'm a little sore, but I push the discomfort out of my mind as I sink down on his lap. It still feels amazing as he slides inside me easily. He lets me lead, which is one of the reasons I like this position. It's nice once in a while to control the speed of our thrusting.

I start off slow, getting into a good rhythm with my hands resting on his shoulders. Master keeps his hands on the arms of the chair as I work him deeper and deeper inside me. It isn't long before our breathing has escalated and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he's about to come. He must see the same look in mine because he finally releases one of his hands from the arm of the chair and attacks my clit with two fingers. I come crashing down a few moments later and Master follows. He groans loudly, more than usual, and I wonder if he's hoping someone will overhear us fucking. I must admit the thought is arousing. That's one way to show the employees whose boss!

"Thanks you, my dear," he whispers while kissing my neck. We've fixed our clothes and are ready to go downstairs. Doors opened a few minutes ago and Edward wants to walk around.

"Where do you want me tonight, Master?" I ask as we enter the elevator.

"Could you help Danni and Shannon serve? If they don't need help then you're free to wander around and socialize."

"Would Master like me to change into the club uniform?" I tease.

His eyes light up and for a moment I think he might tell me yes. "Not tonight. I love this leather on you. But I would love, I mean LOVE, to see you in that uniform, pet." We smile at each other and he leans in to kiss me passionately just before the elevator dings and the doors open on the first floor. Master playfully swats my ass as I walk left towards the bar area and he heads right towards Tyler and Shane at the front entrance.

It turns out Danni is very busy and she's grateful when I offer to help Shannon serve the tables. The club is very busy for it being early in the evening. After about an hour the crowd has only increased in size and I am running all over trying to fill drink orders.

Shannon grabs my arm as I'm passing her on my way to the bar. "Hey, Bella. Table four needs some water. Can you bring it to them? I haven't taken a bathroom break in hours and I can't wait any longer," she begs.

"Sure no problem. Just two waters?"

"Yes. Thank you so much. Be right back!" she promises hurrying off before anyone else can ask her for a drink.

I grab the drinks Danni just made for my table seven and then fill up two water glasses. The people at table seven are interesting and I wish I had an opportunity to chat with them. The man on one side of the booth is doing all the ordering; he is clearly the Dom. The man and woman on the other side of the table are quiet and both wearing collars. I'm dying to ask the Dom if they are both his subs, but duty calls.

I walk the waters over to table four and when I see who's seated there I stop dead in my tracks. One water glass topples over onto the tray and spills all over the floor and my shoes but I don't even care. My gaze is fixed on Gabriel and Sandra. What the fuck do they think they're doing here?

"Shane! Tyler!" I yell, not taking my eyes off the two blacklisted intruders.

Instead of a member of security it's Edward who rushes to my side. I'm completely shocked when he grabs my arm and tries to drag me away instead of Gabriel. "What are you doing?" I shout.

"Isabella, please calm down. They got permission to be here this evening," Edward says calmly.

Isabella, my ass. I rip my arm out of his grasp and immediately reach behind my neck to remove my collar. I don't care how many members are watching... I can't submit while feeling this vulnerable and betrayed. Edward rubs his hands over his face, clearly embarrassed.

"What are they doing here, Edward?" I demand the second my collar is off. "What do you mean they got permission?"

Edward reaches for my waist this time and lifts me clean off the ground and throws me over his right shoulder like a sack of flour. He strides into the security office and closes the door behind us. I'm fuming as he sits me in the desk chair and holds his hands up to stop me from bolting right out of it. I notice Tyler on the other side of the room but ignore him.

"Just calm down a moment," Edward coaxes. "I should have told you but I didn't expect them to be here tonight. They came to see me yesterday and we discussed the possibility of them being allowed to join. I thought we agreed they would complete applications and provide the needed paperwork before coming back." He looks over his shoulder at Tyler.

"He had all the paperwork when they showed up tonight, boss," Tyler replies defensively. "Do you want to look it over?"

"Yes, but not right now. Can you give us a minute alone?" Edward asks.

"Sure," Tyler says with a small smile and walks towards the office door. "Don't give him too hard a time, Miss Bella." He winks at me and it eases my rage a tiny bit.

Edward doesn't miss a beat before launching into his explanation as to why those two blacklisted backstabbers are in the club. I can't believe this, especially after all he did to try and make me feel safe here! This had better be good. I cross my arms over my chest, giving him my most menacing scowl.

"They came here last night to explain themselves. Gabriel apologized for their involvement with Catherine Bennett and asked for forgiveness. I was pissed too until I heard their story. Did Catie tell you she was moving to Alaska?"

I just shake my head to say no. I'd rather not circle back to the discussion we had regarding my encounter with Kinky Catie.

"Well, she is according to Gabriel and Sandra. I told them if they provided all the proper credentials I'd give them a second chance."

"Why do you trust them? You've been so worried about me feeling comfortable being here, scening here... why risk that for them?" I ask confused.

"Baby," he says gently. "I made it specifically clear that they would never be allowed into one of our scenes again. I even said they were still banned from the entire club on the nights you and I perform."

"I still don't see why you owe them anything," I grumble.

"You said in the playroom today that you knew Catie and Sandra worked together. Sandra works for a publishing house, Bella. She could help you realize your dream."

"Catie mentioned a small publishing house in Port Angeles," I correct him indignantly.

"Sandra's an editor's assistant in Port Angeles. That office is a subsidiary of Crabtree Publishing," he says, excitement growing in his tone.

Okay, now I see what he's getting at. Crabtree is one of the largest publishing houses in the North West. "I haven't written anything yet, Edward," I rebuke. "I don't even know what I'd write about if I tried."

"I promised to make your dreams come true," Edward insists. "All I'm saying is it would be beneficial to know someone like Sandra is in your corner."

"Even if she has connections do you really think a membership to this club is enough to make her help me?"

"Yes," he replies.

"And if she or Gabriel betrays us again?"

Edward shakes his head. "They won't."

"How are you so sure?"

He smirks. "Because I have this," he says lifting a VHS tape off the bookshelf.

He pops the tape into a VCR and presses play. I'm wondering to myself why he seems so excited by such an archaic piece of media when an image appears; a video rather, of two people fucking. The woman is very clearly Sandra. I assume the man is Gabriel but I can't be sure until he turns around to wink at the camera. Why does Edward have a video of them fucking? My first fear is that he somehow snuck a camera into one of the private rooms upstairs. If that is true, it makes him just as ruthless and slimy as them.

"Where did you get this?" I demand.

"Sandra gave it to me. As collateral. She said I should send it to her boss if she were to ever betray our trust again," he says. I know he can tell by my face that I'm not convinced. "It was filmed in her office. I'm sure the Crabtree editor she works for would not be pleased."

Oh! Well, that is certainly an interesting twist. Edward stands beside me patiently as I watch the video in its entirety. I don't know what I'm looking for; nothing really. I just want to see how it feels to be on this side of the hidden camera.

"I'm still angry you didn't tell me," I say when the tape ends. "And to think I suffered through a spanking this morning for withholding information from you! You have some nerve."

"It's not the same thing. You kept your secret from me for months. I only spoke with Gabe and Sandra last night. I would have told you already but I wanted you to know how lying by omission still hurts. And I didn't want to risk ruining our playtime today. I knew how much you needed it."

I pout, feeling bad for lying to him all over again. But he still should have told me. "You're right; it would have been upsetting if you brought it up this morning. But I shouldn't have had to find out by coming face to face with them out there," I say pointing towards the security office door. "I feel like you deserve a punishment now."

Edward raises his eyebrows. "Really? You want to spank me?" he asks hesitantly.

I consider it for a moment, maybe two. How would it feel to bend Edward over the whipping bench and take a paddle or even my hand to his ass? It might feel good at first, feeling powerful the way he does over me. But it wouldn't be arousing for me, and I know for sure it wouldn't be for him either. Punishing Edward would be all about my anger, and he doesn't deserve that. Edward always mixes pleasure with pain when he disciplines me.

"No, I could never do that," I assure him. I see his body visibly relax from my words.

"So what do you think?" he asks.

My mind struggles to sort out everything it's absorbed in the last few minutes. I trust Edward's judgment, but I can't believe I'm even considering allowing Gabriel and Sandra back into our lives. I realize though, in the end, Full Exposure is not my club. It isn't even Edward's. In the end, Jenks could allow anyone he wanted to join if Gabriel went to him directly.

"As long as they aren't allowed upstairs when we perform... then okay. It's not like we're in the playroom any longer. But I don't want them to watch us, Edward. Ever." I couldn't stress that enough.

Edward walks over to me and gingerly wraps his arms around my shoulders. I think he's half expecting me to push him away, but I'm not really mad any longer. I can never stay angry with his angelic face and those dazzling green eyes. And besides, now my mind is racing with thoughts that are going in a completely different direction.

He hugs me and then kisses my cheek. When he pulls back to look into my eyes I can think of only one thing to say.

"Edward? So do you really think I could write a book?"

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